I sell Coke in the doomsday

Tongtong naturally had no way to answer my question. She just stared at me blankly. I was the only one left smiling awkwardly. I laughed for a long time until I couldn't laugh anymore.

"call……"

I let out a long breath, lowered my head slightly, and put my hands in my hair. I didn't know why I told such a tasteless joke to Tongtong, but after telling it, I felt a lot happier.

Even though Tongtong doesn't understand, I really enjoy the feeling of having someone listen to me, even if it's just a tasteless joke.

Just when I was having some messy thoughts, Tongtong looked at me, her pupils moved slightly, she seemed a little confused and a little uneasy.

In her ignorant mind, Tongtong seemed to think that I was depressed and unhappy.

Suddenly, Tongtong raised her hand gently, imitating the way I stroked her hair before, and lowered her palm gently, stroking slowly.

I was a little surprised and looked up at Tongtong. When Tongtong saw me, she tilted her head slightly, opened her lips and made a cute "Wooah."

"Uh-huh?"

My heart warmed. Even though I knew Tongtong was unlikely to understand, I still explained it to her carefully like an actor.

"It's okay, I'm not unhappy."

"Just a little tired."

Tongtong's palms were slightly cold, but it was different from the coldness of a corpse. Instead, it was like fine ice that would melt at any time, with a slight chill.

It should be cool to hold her while sleeping in the summer, right?

……

Ten minutes later, I cut my finger again, and with a little expectation, fed my blood to Tongtong.

"Pooh."

Then, Tongtong spat out my blood with a look of disgust.

Chapter 13: Picking up garbage (I)

The blow is too great and I don't want to talk.

At night, I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. All I could think about was Tongtong's look of disgust.

Is my meat really so rotten? Even zombies dislike me, but at the beginning, I successfully fed Tongtong blood, so why can't I do it this time?

Oh, that time she didn't react, and I forced myself on her. Oh, forget it, zombies have a shitty food culture.

I forced myself to calm down, empty my mind, and fell asleep. But I didn't expect that I would have a nightmare for the first time in a long time tonight.

In the dream, Tongtong and I were sitting on a bench in the community. Tongtong had beautiful eyes and eyebrows, and she spoke to me in a soft voice.

"The zombies opened your skull and left disappointed."

"But the dung beetle next to it lit up its eyes."

I slept so badly that night that I woke up with dark circles under my eyes the next day.

In fact, I am no longer a social animal and can sleep as late as I want.

And that was once the life I longed for, but now, I don’t want to sleep in anymore. The more free I am, the shorter I feel that the daytime is. Just sleeping in, there will be little time left in the whole day.

So, I had to get up obediently. In order to appease my decadent spirit, I put rice on the table even without any side dishes.

The rice cooker in my collection is still usable, but I can no longer remember the ratio of rice to water. I can only add rice and water based on my sense, and in the end I have rice porridge.

I held the bowl of rice and sat at the dining table in a daze, eating the porridge in the bowl mouthful by mouthful with wooden movements. The rice was indeed very fragrant. Even though it was a little soft after being boiled in water, it was much better than the stinky canned food I had eaten in the past.

But I don't know why, I just can't be happy frankly.

After breakfast, I dug out my backpack, took out my shotgun, and loaded my bullet pouches.

Today is the day to go out and pick up trash. My goal is very clear. I want to see if there are any wild vegetables growing in the city. It would be even better if I could kill a small animal.

By the way, I have to replenish some salt. Iodized salt is a good thing. As long as it is stored in a sealed manner, it will not go bad. I didn’t need it before, but now I want everything.

After preparing everything, I walked out of the community with my backpack on my back. Tongtong was basking in the sun on a bench today, leaning on the bench with her eyes lazily squinting.

After seeing me, Tongtong waved at me gently. She seemed to have memorized this action, but she might not understand its meaning.

Why do I say this? Because after Tongtong did this, she immediately followed me, like my personal bodyguard.

I didn't resist this. Instead, I felt a little bit like a fool and was very happy.

So, stepping on the light morning mist, Tongtong and I started picking up trash.

I have almost searched all the nearby places, so we two have to go a little further, at least to the library we visited last time.

However, this time with the additional goal of wild vegetables, I had to walk slower for fear of missing something.

Countless cracks had already appeared on the long asphalt road, and stubborn weeds wildly grew through the cracks and sprouted out branches.

Looking at this scene, I sometimes can’t help but think that perhaps the overlords of this world have never been humans, but these plants that cannot be completely wiped out.

We humans and all animals are just vassals of plants. Once plants are gone, not to mention the problem of the food chain, the problem of oxygen alone is enough to make all aerobic organisms face extinction.

As I was moving forward, I saw a hare nibbling on grass roots by the roadside, so I bent down slightly and approached it cautiously.

I have said many times that my shooting skills are terrible, so bad that every time I kill someone, I have to put the gun to the person's head to have the confidence that I will not miss.

So I had to get close to the hare before I dared to shoot, and then the rabbit ran away.

Damn, this braised rabbit head has a very sharp sense of hearing. Next time, I shouldn't hesitate and just shoot.

Not long after walking, I saw another wild rabbit. These little animals have lived a very comfortable life over the years. There are too many shelters in the city, and there are tall grasses for protection. Most of its natural enemies are on the plains.

This time, I didn't hesitate. I raised my shotgun, aimed at the rabbit, and fired five shots.

As expected, none of the shots hit the target, and five bullets were wasted.

Bullets are very precious consumables. After ten years of consumption, even if there are only a few humans left and no matter how many bullets there are, the stock of bullets is almost running out.

At least, as far as I know, some human settlements have begun using bullets as currency.

"You little bastard, when I catch you, I will make you into eighteen dishes."

Filled with impotence and rage, I cursed as I put the shotgun back on my shoulder, while also considering getting a cheaper weapon. Tongtong was behind me, tilting her head in confusion, looking at me, then at the fleeing rabbit, as if she was thinking about something.

Just as I was getting more and more angry, Tongtong next to me suddenly took a step, jumped out from my side like an arrow, and chased after the fleeing rabbit at an extremely fast speed.

I looked at this scene in amazement, and a glimmer of hope ignited in my heart. Perhaps Tongtong could help me...

Bang! Tongtong fell flat on the ground.

I looked at Tongtong who didn't run far, my face fell, and then I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I shook my head and walked away slowly.

I don’t know if it was because she felt a little embarrassed, but Tongtong buried her face in the dirt and refused to get up. I had to help her up.

She lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong, looking frustrated.

I don’t know if it’s my illusion, but Tongtong’s expression seems to be getting more and more angry.

As I smiled, I reached out and brushed away the dirt on her body and wiped away the dust on her face.

How should I put it? Tongtong doesn't look very smart, but...

She is very sweet.

He actually chased a rabbit for me. You know, zombies have no interest in rabbits.

My heart felt warm. I reached out and touched Tongtong's little head, and comforted her softly without caring whether she could understand or not.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Perhaps, I myself did not realize that after Tongtong appeared, I never tried such a stupid and paralyzing method as suicide again.

I was a decadent person, but because of Tongtong, I seemed to become like a living person again.

I was like a drowning man, clinging to Tongtong as a straw, greedily demanding this rare warmth, and refusing to let go.

Chapter 14: Picking up Trash (Part 2)

I continued moving forward with Tongtong and encountered several hares on the road, but this time I didn't shoot.

The hunting rifle in my hand has a five-round magazine. The last hare had already consumed five of my bullets. It would be a bit of a loss to consume five more bullets for another hare.

It would be great if I could pick up something like a crossbow this time. It might be a little slow for killing zombies, but it’s quite handy for killing people.

The most important thing is that although my shooting skills are terrible, I still have some confidence in archery.

I took Tongtong through the deserted streets and walked for a long time before we arrived at the library we visited last time.

By the way, I have almost finished reading the books I brought back last time, so it is time to go to the library to replenish my stock.

Maybe it's the rainy season, the sky has been gloomy these past few days, and there's a little moisture in the air. When I was three meters away from the library door, I suddenly stopped.

somebody is coming.

The last time I left the library, the door was closed tightly, but this time, the door was slightly open and the weeds in front of the door showed signs of being trampled.

Judging from the wet mud marks on the grass roots, I can be sure that someone entered this library today.

The only question is whether they come out.

I stood in front of the library, and after hesitating for a long time, I turned around and pulled Tongtong over, using a broken trash can on the side of the road and some weeds nearby as cover.

I hid Tongtong, but she obviously didn't understand what I meant. After I pushed her back into the bushes several times, she finally came to her senses and squatted in the bushes, motionless.

This is necessary preparation, I can't take the risk with Tongtong.

Although Tongtong has undergone some changes, she probably doesn't have immortality like me. She is my only companion now, and I can't let anything happen to her.

Moreover, I was also afraid of seeing Tongtong reveal her zombie nature in front of me. It had nothing to do with the uncanny valley effect. It was just that after I saw Tongtong eating in front of me, I was afraid I would not be able to keep her by my side.

Tongtong is like the drug I use to numb myself and deceive myself that I am not alone. Once this drug becomes useless, it is time to say goodbye.

It’s not that I’m cold-hearted, but I know that I’m broken from the inside out.

Holding the shotgun, I tiptoed into the library, but the scene in the library made me frown again.

Last time, the books that I casually threw on the ground were now put back on the bookshelf, neatly arranged, and the dust on the bookshelf was also carefully cleaned.

Looking deeper, I saw that the curtains of the library had been drawn, not a single light could get through, and the depths were shrouded in darkness.

I crouched down, tiptoed quickly to a bookshelf, leaned my back against it, and nervously checked the bullets.

According to my bad habit of being frugal, I only brought ten bullets with me when I went out today. I had already wasted five bullets when shooting that damn rabbit, so now I only have five bullets left.

However, according to my marksmanship, the biggest function of a shotgun is actually to deter the enemy. If it fails to deter the enemy, I can only swing the long shotgun as a fire poker.

I adjusted my breathing, squatted lower, used the bookshelf as cover, and moved forward slowly.

If there are enemies here, and if they are hiding in the dark, then their eyes should have adapted to the dark environment, that is, they can see me, but I can't see them for the time being.

My only advantage is my insignificant immortality.

As I moved slowly, I finally approached the darkness. Suddenly, I heard a very light sound of footsteps in the darkness, very close to me.

Damn, he found me.

I cursed under my breath and quickly moved towards the bookshelf beside me. The person in the dark seemed to have noticed my intention, and I heard the sound of someone running.

Bang! With a muffled sound, a bookshelf deep inside was kicked down by someone and fell toward the outside. Like dominoes, the bookshelves fell one after another with a loud bang.

"day."

I cursed again, without caring about anything else, and rolled on the ground to avoid the falling bookshelf. Just as I rolled out, the person in the dark finally determined my position.

Before I could stand firmly, a man came running over and tried to pounce on me.

I turned around quickly, and although I was pounced on by that person, I pulled my right leg in front of me in advance and kicked the person hard.

These people, don't even intend to use guns on me? Do they want to kill me alive?

This thought flashed through my mind, but the fist that followed interrupted my ability to think further.

I took a punch from that man, but I didn't intend to fight back. Instead, I stood up immediately. I heard more footsteps and I couldn't continue lying on the ground.

The moment I stood up, a tall figure rushed straight towards me. I turned my body slightly and took the impact with my shoulder, then swung the shotgun in my hand and hit the man hard in the face.

The tall figure was stunned by my knock and staggered backwards, but at this moment, an arrow suddenly shot out, pierced through the wooden floor and stuck at my feet.

I was stunned when I saw this, and subconsciously wanted to find cover, and then look for the third person who shot the arrows, but they did not give me this opportunity.

Another arrow shot towards me and pierced my shoulder directly. The pain slowed down my movements, and taking this opportunity, a figure quickly ran out from the darkness, aiming the arrow in his hand at my head.

"Don't move, or you will die."